Isabella Walpole Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, tho? I’d rather watch Heath Ledger chew scenery than pay for a “happy endin’.” Brothels are messy, loud, smell like cheap perfume and regret. Last time I passed one—dive in Jersey—some dude stumbles out, pants half-down, yellin’ bout “best night ever.” Sure, pal, till the clap kicks in. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—guess he chose villain. Made me chuckle, dark-like.

The Lewis Walpole Library, Yale University

I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

WATCH: Black bear seen wandering in Walpole back yard